Alive

5.30 in the morning. Everybody’s still asleep in a blessed ignorance. It’s dark outside, it’s dark in the room-the only lights come from the flashing stereo. Headphones on my head. Massive Attack’s Mezzanine. And I dance as if it’s my last day on Earth. Those deep underground sounds pull some pristine strings in my mind I’ve never been aware of making me feel like a saint and a slut at the same time; as if my body is the body of every woman that has ever been. I feel alive.